Okay, so I gotta brag a bit about my little guy.
Last Thursday, after Will woke up in the morning, he took off his diaper. I wasn't planning on starting potty training that day, but I took that as a sign and I thought, today is no better than any other one to start. So we did. I spent all morning taking him to the potty every 30 minutes or so, but he never went. At about 12:00, he let out one little "spurt" on the floor, looked up at me with this panic look on his face and then stopped. So, I rushed him to the potty, but he held it and didn't go. About 1:45, he "spurted" again, rushed him to the potty, but wouldn't go again. So we sat.....and sat.....and sat on the potty. He would let out some more tiny"spurts" on the potty, but then look at me with that panicky look and stop every time. I wasn't giving up. He obviously needed to go. With candy, praise, and a catchy little song anxiously awaiting for the moment of success, we sat there while he cried and held himself in pain, (b/c the child had not peed all morning!!...and he woke up at 8:00!!), but was terrified to just let it out! I sat him on the potty at 1:45, and he didn't finally relieve himself until 3:52!!! Yes, he sat there for over 2 hours, people! Call me mean, but I knew this was a battle I had to win to make him know that it was okay to just GO in the potty!! I, of course, IMMEDIATELY gave him all the candy he could eat, lathered him in praise and held and rocked him until the little guy just tuckered out and went on to sleep. I felt terrible about the whole ordeal (he was crying as was I) because he was no doubt in some pretty intense pain from holding it all day long (8 hours, folks...YES, 8 HOURS!!!) Nobody can talk to me about a hard -headed child. I'm pretty confident that this takes the cake!
After he woke up from his nap, I reluctantly, but immediately put him back on the potty (I felt so bad b/c I knew he would be like, are you kidding me, woman...again??) but he went without any resistance.
From then to now, he has not had even one accident on the floor! Not even one! Can you believe it? I surely can't. And starting on Monday, he would come to me and say, "Need to tee-tee, momma." And would lead me to the potty and he would go. Even on some short errands that I just had to take in the last 5 days, he wouldn't go in his pull-up; he waits until we get home and I put him on the potty.
I'm just so thankful for yet another easier potty trainer! I know, I know, I'm completely spoiled, but I can't say I'm not happy about it. I feel a little guilty that Walker was potty trained a whole two months earlier than Will, but I couldn't be prouder of my baby (I guess I should now say, "big boy")
This is what Will's favorite outfit looks like these days:


Well.... you get the idea! Are you starting to see a pattern?

Reindeer antlers and backpack on top, boots on bottom, and, uh....nothing on the middle :-)
